I’m insecure with many self-worth issues; obviously, my mind instantly goes to ‘he wants to dump me’.

I move forward steadily, trying to hide my internal panic and keep the stained facial expressions at bay, then a yelp as he catches my hand and yanks me onto his lap, almost killing the damn dog in the process. Lync has the sense to dart out of the way in the nick of time, sitting up to blink at me as though I’m to blame for almost pancaking his skull.

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